Pet by Daniel May

Angel Santana's morning, as usual, fell into chaos. By the time Emmanuel Chambers, CEO, came into the office — hanging up his coat, nodding at the general receptionist — Angel had spilled Chambers's coffee that he was entrusted to fetch every morning, his own coffee, and then managed to break the office samovar in an attempt to replace the spilled beverages.

Everyone who came out of their individual offices to top off their mugs, and saw Angel standing there looking flustered, immediately turned around and went to take the elevator down to the fourteenth floor canteen, which had a Starbucks.

Angel ended up hiding in his boss's office, sitting in a corner chair, holding his head in his arms and moaning to himself.

He would just quit.

He would quit, and darken Chambers's office door no longer.